The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Classes that day went outstandingly. Alexis found herself making connections between the lectures and previous information she hadn’t even known she’d retained. One of her professors complimented her on her contributions—he had to ask her name, as she’d never so much as raised her hand before except to ask them to explain something more slowly. In another class, one she had a B+ in already, she challenged herself to take her notes in Spanish—she hadn’t studied it in over a year, but today, she was remembering it with uncanny clarity. It was far from perfect, but it was passable, and that she could even attempt it was encouraging.

Moreover, the upstairoids seemed to be manifesting social benefits as well! She had taken Terri’s advice and gone to class sporting her newfound cleavage and rocking a pair of skinny jeans, and was enjoying the attention they got her tremendously. The atroneurinol’s side effects included elevated sex drive; usually this would have been an unwelcome diversion, but she was retaining information with such comparative ease that today it was no bother at all. The nerdy boy who had been taking notice of her on Monday was now positively distracted. Alexis had no trouble paying attention to the professor while she checked her makeup with her phone’s camera and applied a fresh layer of lip gloss, puckering and making alluring faces into it to tease him.

After class, the boy approached her—a boy! He wasn’t the cutest, medium height and rather scrawny, neither handsome nor ugly and not well-dressed. Still, he was interested in her, and for now that was more than enough. The morning’s frenzied masturbation had just gotten her pilot lit, and now just feet away from a life-support system for a penis, her nipples hardened like daggers beneath her top just looking at him.

“Hey—Alexis, right?” the skinny boy asked.

He knows my name! “Yeah, and you’re…”

“Greg. Say, would you maybe want to get together and study some for the final?”

It was strange to be simultaneously disappointed and flattered that he was interested in her brain; the itch in her vagina rumbled irritably at the thought it might not get scratched even as her brain purred at the implied compliment. But… maybe she could satisfy both? “Sure, that sounds great. How about tonight? Your place?”

“Oh, um, sure.” He sounded surprised at the aggressive time table. “Eight o’clock?”

“It’s a date,” she said. The nerd blushed at her phrasing as he wrote down his address for her.

As she made her way back to her dorm that afternoon, she got a little thrill as she heard someone wolf whistle behind her. She turned to see some smug frat guy smirking at her. “Shake your money maker, baby!”

Alexis rolled her eyes at the neanderthal’s crudeness; still, it wasn’t a bad suggestion as she thought about it. She was horny—there was no sense denying it. Maybe it was the drug, or maybe just the by-product of her boring sexless college lifestyle, but she was. If she wanted to do anything about it, she needed to learn how to attract men. She didn’t have Kendra’s Barbie-body, or Jana’s combination of good looks and sexual worldliness. With a little effort, Alexis practiced walking like she’d seen women do in movies, one foot in front of the other. Even in her tight jeans, her trim butt was bouncing like it was going through its own mini-earthquake. She took two laps around campus to practice until she was satisfied with the results and that she could keep it up at length.

An increasing number of her peers were emboldened to voice their appreciation, which gave her yet another chance to experiment whether winks, blowing kisses, high-pitched giggles, or a feigned look of outrage worked best to encourage them. Really, all of them seemed to result in about the same level of male attention.

She had a couple hours back home at the dorm before her date; she buried her nose in the study materials for the final so she wouldn’t need to waste as much of the study session in actual studying. (If Greg wound up under-prepared, that was his problem.) She took her daily online test; her score was up to a nice even 125, up ten points just from yesterday! Taking the upstairoids was the best plan she’d ever had. She whistled and pranced her way down to the shower.

Beneath the jets of hot water, all her hair beneath the neck rinsed off.

She’d been planning on shaving her legs, as it had been months since she’d done so, but it was one more gift from the miracle of upstairoids! She’d hardly had any hair on her arms anyway, but on her pussy… she hadn’t had a hairless cat since she’d first grown pubes in fifth grade. Down the drain it went. She spent some time touching the area—it felt smooth, and even if it maybe looked a little too innocent, it would at least send the message that she was someone who was spending time tending to her thatch, which a girl would logically only do if she intended it to be seen. This would tell Greg she was intrigued by the prospect of sex with him, she hoped. The touching made her even more aroused, but she decided she’d wait to see if she could convince her date to take care of it. If not, she could always take another shower after and have a good hard cum.

Jana was home by the the time she got back, idly texting in her bed, only barely acknowledging her roommate’s return. That is, until Alexis dropped her towel and started looking for something to wear. “Holy… Alexis, your… you’re… you look… damn, girl!”

Alexis stopped to look at herself in the mirror. Small wonder Jana was so stunned—she was, in all honesty, somewhat stunning, at least in comparison to the reflection that usually greeted her. Her wet hair hung down her back, and she was sure now that her hunch was right—it had grown several inches in the past few days, and was no longer the thin, limp mess it had been. Her skin had not only been cleared of blemishes, but even her freckles were diminished to the point of being barely noticeable. Her cheekbones looked more pronounced—an illusion from the skin alterations? or could atroneurinol be altering bone structure?—and her once-nonexistent dimples now stood out as beacons of adorableness.

And of course, there were her breasts and behind. She had the quintessential girl-next-door body, petite but unmistakably sexy. Had she always looked so cute but just never noticed it until the drug gave her a little confidence boost, or was she really so changed? Either way, she owed full credit to the little pink pills.

She tore her eyes away from the vision in the mirror and smiled gratefully at her roommate. “Thanks!” she chirped, digging through her underwear drawer for a cute pair of panties.

“Seriously. You look so… amazing. Is that all from those pills?” She sounded incredulous. Preposterous, Alexis thought, as Jana was already one of the most attractive girls in their hall. She felt good about the changes in herself, but she didn’t for a moment think she was the equal of her roomie.

“Maybe? I’ve been on a new diet, too,” she lied evasively.

“Well it’s amazing. I mean, even your, um, chest looks bigger” she said as Alexis struggled to squeeze a pair of lacey pink boy-cut panties onto a butt that no longer wanted to fit into the inelastic garment. “So, you got a big date tonight?”

Alexis grinned and told her about Greg and how he’d asked her out after class. It felt superficial to be gossiping about boys, the sort of thing she associated with girls of lesser seriousness of academic purpose, but perhaps it would broaden her horizons to a college experience that had thus far eluded her.

“Nervous?” Jana asked.

“Well,” Alexis admitted bashfully, “yeah, I guess. It’s… been a while. Any hot tips?” Jana went out with lots of boys; she was a good source of information for this kind of thing.

“Well, what do you want out of the date? You want to see if he’s relationship material, looking for a good time, just out for a free meal and a movie…?”

Alexis blushed. “Um, the second one, I guess. Maybe the first? But… the second one, mostly.”

“Hon, no need to feel embarrassed. Let me tell you some things about sex,” she said. Alexis focused. She was getting expert testimony here; it was important to take this in. “Sex is great, and there’s nothing wrong with seeking it when you want it. This is 2015, not 1915. Women can and should feel free to get some when they feel like it without needing to apologize for the instinct. It’s natural and healthy and you should listen to your pussy when it speaks up. It wants you to be happy.”

Sex is great. I should get some when I want it. No apologies. Listen to my pussy. Be happy. Alexis took in every word like it was scripture. “Yeah, you’re right. But, like, how do I… you know, get him interested?”

Jana laughed. “He’s a guy and you have a vagina; it shouldn’t be hard. Still, I guess a few pointers can’t hurt. First, it’s always good to show some skin. You got that flat tummy and cute little tush—capitalize on them.” She grabbed a shirt from her closet and urged Alexis to try it on; it was short enough to show part of her midriff and though it was loose-fitting, one shoulder hung down around her elbow. “Here—you wear this, he won’t be able to stop hoping it’ll slip down enough to show some boobage. Trust me, it’s always a good idea to have guys straining to see you naked.”

Show skin. Tummy, tush, boobage. Good for guys to try to see me naked. “Uh, you forgot a bra hon,” Jana said as she saw her roomie intended to go out like that.

“Yeah, I thought I’d go without,” she said, not having a good explanation for why none of her bras fit any more. “Does that make me a slut?”

“Hey, nothing wrong with dressing slutty if you want to trip a guy into bed,” Jana said as Alexis put on her jeans from earlier in the day. They felt like they fit better without her leg and pubic hair, somehow. “Now, if all you want is some sex, the easiest way is just to smile, agree with him, ask him questions and don’t challenge them on stuff. Let him feel charming, let him feel like he’s smarter than you. I know it’s not the feminist thing to say, and if you wanted more of a relationship I’d never recommend it, but for an easy lay, that’s the way to go. Talk dirty, initiate contact, and voila—nature takes its course. Then once things get going, act like he’s the god of porn stars, and he’ll perform like it.”

Dress slutty to get guys in bed. Smile, agree, flatter him, act stupid. Talk slutty, touch him. Make him feel like a sex god. The woman was a genius! “Thanks, Jana.” Fully dressed, she hugged her roommate; it was the most intimate moment they’d ever shared.

“Knock ‘em dead, Tiger,” Jana said as she hugged back.

Alexis thanked Jana again in her head as Greg’s eyes popped out when he answered the door. He lived in an off-campus studio apartment, just a short bus-ride from her dorm. “Wow! Wow, Alexis, you look… amazing. Sorry, come on in before we let the cat out.” He ushed her inside quickly, and indeed a little orange feline was lurking just inside the door.

“Thanks, Greg. You look great, too. And I love your apartment,” she gushed. Alexis in fact did not love his apartment. It was cramped; the carpets needed shampooing and the walls painting; his cheap posters could be found in the living spaces of half the boys in college. It certainly smelled like a cat lived in it.

But it was a studio, so his bed was conveniently placed for her purpose. Whatever designs she’d had on getting some studying in had evaporated. She wanted sex, and she was going to get it and not apologize. “Well, I’d give you the dime tour, but basically, you’re looking at it. This is the living room/dining room/bedroom; the kitchen and bathroom are right through there.”

“It’s cozy. I’m so glad we decided to do this.” She took his hand and lead him over to the couch, not letting go once they sat down. It obviously made him self-conscious, but a subtle movement of her arm made the loose shoulder droop down further, the top half of her petite breast on display. The poor geek tried not to stare, but Jana’s brilliant advice made him helpless to do otherwise.

“I am too,” he said. She laughed like he’d make a joke, and he didn’t even notice that it made no sense for her to do so. Maybe guys really were the morons Jana portrayed them as. In fact, for the next hour or so, she made small talk and asked him all sorts of inane questions about himself and he never seemed to realize the gulf between the interest she was showing and how interesting he actually was. He blathered on about his mom, his major, his career plans, his crappy website (which he dragged her through click by tedious click). Through it all, she oohed and aahed and giggled and twirled her hair and always seemed eager for more.

Finally, JP wriggled his way out of her web of insincere flattery and tried to get to work. “So, did you wanna hit the books? What did you want to go over first? I have some flash cards for the limbic system.”

She smiled. “Why rush into the studying?” Other than because the final is two weeks away and you just spent ten minutes blathering on about how unprepared you are, during which I was drilling myself on formulae and pretending to listen. “I was having fun just… hanging out.” She leaned forward until the broad neckline of her top fell forward; he did a double-take as he immediately saw there was indeed no bra. She doubted he appreciated the extra effort of her double entendre.

He stared hard for a moment before he realized it and resumed at least intermittent eye contact. Alexis tried to imagine how much more effective she would be at sedicton if they continued to grow. When he responded, his voice actually broke like a pre-teen, he was so nervous. She couldn’t decide if it was cute or pathetic or both. “Um, are you… flirting with me?”

No, I’m seducing you, you simpleton. Just fuck me already. “Maaaaaybe,” she said coyly. “I saw you checking me out in class. I thought it was REALLY sweet.”

Greg was clearly embarrassed, but her forward manner kept him smiling. “I’ve noticed you all semester. I guess I just didn’t want to miss the chance to talk to you, in case we didn’t have any classes next semester.”

“That’s sooooooo sweet!” she exclaimed, giggling. “I’m glad you did. I’ve noticed you too.”

The possibility that she was lying through her teeth didn’t even seem to occur to him; his expression was purely pleased as he leaned in. “Can I, um, kiss you?”

You could’ve kissed me the second I walked in, you idiot. Rather than respond, she climbed into his lap, wriggling her butt into his lap. She’d have to work on that move; she didn’t think she could manage it nearly so well as some of the lap dancers she’d seen on TV. She kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth when the timid geek started with a lame closed-mouth attempt. He made an undignified squeaking noise as she did, but soon, he was reciprocating, their tongues caressing one another in an enthused-but-amateur frenzy.

“You’re such a good kisser!” she managed between breaths once they paused for a moment. Alexis wondered how many cheesy compliments she could give him before he noticed he was being manipulated. If he ever did. From the way his cock twitched against her butt through their pants, this one seemed to have gone over well.

His response was to just resume kissing; his hands were frustratingly inert, so she took one and put it on her breast. After a nervous moment, he squeezed down on it and she encouraged him with a moan that was actually mostly sincere. Along with gaining a cup size, the pleasure centers in her nipples was immensely heightened, like two extra clits on her chest almost, and once she guided him up her shirt so he could more easily find it, she was finally in heaven.

“My pussy is so fucking wet for you, Greg,” she purred. This was true. In fact, it was the truest thing she’d said since she entered his apartment. Her vagina (she hated the word pussy, though Jana was wise to advise dirty talk for practical purposes) was indeed so damp it was practically dripping into her panties.

“Oh God, can this really be happening?” Greg asked himself.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself!” she murmured as she kissed up and down his skinny neck. Also mostly true, despite her overall lack of interest in this particular boy. She was listening to her pussy, and right now, it was positively screaming to be stuffed.

Over the next few minutes, she helped him out of his clothes, then stood to do her best strip tease with her own, throwing her clothes wildly across the room as they came off (except her glasses, which she folded gently on the coffee table). She made sure to wiggle her butt right in his face; he couldn’t possibly miss the dark spot in her panties from where her slit was gushing. She took control of his hands and used them to hook the waistband down and tug them off. At the sight of her bare pussy, his eyes went so wide she would have worried they would fall out, had she been a girl more prone to figurative language.

With a look to his cat, which sat sedately on the back of the couch watching them, she giggled. “I thought you might be a fan of pussies…” Ugh. Such an over-used reference, despite the fact that nobody’s called a cat by that name unironically in fifty years. Still, talking dirty was a good strategy. Jana had said so.

With it just inches from his face, he planted a few kisses on the smooth white skin of her pelvis. “I love ‘em. Do you, um, want me to…?”

“God yes, Greg, do whatever you want to me!” Not that she wanted to be the testing lab in this geek’s sexual experimentation, but she figured only a complete dolt could misread her intent as anything other than putting his dick in her.

It turned out, the boy was a complete dolt. His kisses migrated down to where her bare lips were puffing out slightly, and then his tongue, with the same level of awkwardness from his kissing, snaked out to engage her swollen clit. The barest touch hit her like a bolt of lightning.

Mmm, what a sweet dolt, she thought as she planted hands on his shoulders to steady herself. And not a moment too soon—she’d just thought the upstairoids were making her nipples into a second and third clit on her chest, yet they didn’t compare with the heightened sensitivity in her clit. She’d never really done a thorough inspection of her lady parts before, but if she had, she might have noticed that her clit was now nearly twice the size it had been this time a week ago, a little red raspberry at the crest of her pussy. Her fingers dug into his shoulders like talons, but Greg was a good sport about it and didn’t let up. Her howls of pleasure echoed out into the parking lot and into his neighbors’ apartments; nervously, he paused to suggest she keep it down a little but he only got the first two words out before Alexis grabbed the back of his head and pressed his mouth back to her needy cunt.

Remembering Jana’s sage advice, she spurred him on throughout. “Lick my fucking clit, baby!” “Oh please don’t stop! Your tongue is fucking magic, Greggy!” “No one’s ever made me feel this good before!” That last one was true, though she credited it more to the atroneurinol’s heightened sensitivity than any particular skill on his part.

Regardless, soon she was cumming, and it hit her so hard her knees simply gave out and she tumbled forward on top of him, moans of ecstacy giving way to giddy laughter. Greg smiled down at her, clearly feeling every bit the manful manly-man she’d been building him up to feel like. She put his hand back down to her lips and enjoyed a few lingering aftershocks.

Still, the geek was indeed a man, and his cock was pointing to the ceiling and twitching with his heartbeat as he watched her come down from her high (partially, anyway; she was still horny). He was evidently worried she wasn’t going to reciprocate, and ventured in a tremulous voice brimming with feigned confidence, “so, after the guy down down on her, isn’t the girl supposed to, um, return the favor?”

Return the favor. That makes sense. She had only ever given one blowjob before; a boy she’d gone to a dance with in high school who had pressured her into it. She hadn’t liked it—the smell, the taste, the lack of chemistry between them… she’d decided it wasn’t for her. But Greg was making a valid point, so she dutifully slid down to her knees in front of the couch.

“Of course, Greggy baby,” she cooed, licking once up each side. “You were so good to me, I can’t wait to get your fat cock in my warm,” she kissed the base, “wet,” another kiss near the middle, “mouth,” a long sloppy kiss at the tip, which gave way to her sliding it into her centimeter by rigid centimeter. Alexis didn’t think of herself as a selfish person; truly, once she’d committed to the blowjob, she intended to give it her best. If nothing else, she reasoned, if I can get him off once and get him hard again, the sex will last a lot longer. I at least know that much about penises.

For his part, Greg seemed to be of that variety of male who became chatty during oral sex, and her own dirty talk seemed to have signaled to him that this was something she would enjoy. It wasn’t, really, but she was inexperienced and as yet didn’t possess the knowledge or expertise to silence him by amping up the pleasure until he was panting too hard to speak. It began generically, even experimentally, she thought, as if to see if she might like him being vocal. “Oh fuck yes,” and “that’s it, right like that,” and a bolder “yeah, suck my dick, Alexis.” It was fairly pedestrian dirty-talk, and didn’t distract. Jana had said to make him feel like a sex god, so although she thought it was somewhat silly, she batted her eyelashes fetchingly, moaned at his praise like it mattered to her efforts.

Picking up that she seemed—seemed—to be enjoying it, he became braver. “God, you’re one amazing cock-sucker, Alexis,” he said, running fingers through her shining waves of auburn hair, observing her warily to see if he’d pushed it too far. I am an amazing cock-sucker. She intensified her efforts; it was beneath her to give a lackluster blowjob.

“Fuck, you love sucking that dick, don’t you.” She wondered if he meant his dick specifically, or if “that dick” was a general reference to all dicks. Probably the former? After all, she did love sucking his dick; this was a fact immediately burned into her memory alongside information like the Pythagorean theorem and her parents’ phone number.

As she attempted her first ever deep throat, rationalizing that this was a much-touted skill in blowjobcraft, he moaned and held her head there, temporarily suffocating her. She squealed in alarm, which he seemed to mistake for delight. “Goddamn, Alexis, you just can’t get enough cock in your mouth, can you?”

Clearly he wasn’t being literal—trying to jam four cocks in her mouth was just ridiculous logistically—but in a one-at-a-time model, it was a good point. She loved sucking Greg off, she now realized, but there were so many others. For an amazing cock-sucker like her, it was hard to guess how many it would be before she’d had enough. An endless series of images of cute boys stuffing her mouth full of their cocks paraded through her imagination.

Greg’s eyes rolled back into his head as she self-taught herself the art of oral sex. It was a study, as she saw it, and made mental notes as she did so for future use. Pushing harder against his shaft with her tongue made him moan louder, but also tired the muscle out much faster. Bobbing her head rhythmically was a useful technique as it required minimal attention and let her apply more dexterity when she caressed his thighs or gently cupped his balls. Eye contact seemed to stimulate him further, though she used it sparingly; she loved sucking his dick so much she almost didn’t want him to finish.

In the end, she didn’t have much say in the matter. Not yet knowing the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm, she was surprised when his trembling became a blast of cum in her mouth, a massive blast of salty ooze. Spurt after spurt jetted between her lips, and she worried she wouldn’t have room for it all. As she let him slide out of her mouth, cheeks bulging, she looked around for a trash can or some tissues to spit into, keeping her head tilted back so it didn’t spill on her.

“You should just swallow it,” he said. “Faster, cleaner, easier. Full of protein, so it’s good for you!” he chuckled.

With a gulp, she did just that (then another gulp to finish off the huge quantity). Swallow cum. Efficient. Good for me. She batted her eyelashes at him. “Wow, Greggy, you really had a lot saved up for me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, guess I needed to flush out the ol’ pipes, didn’t I.” He grinned self-consciously.

“I really loved sucking you off… do you think I could maybe try it again?”

He nodded emphatically. “Yes, we’ll definitely need to get together again. Soon.”

Alexis made herself giggle. “No, silly boy, I meant…” she leaned forward and lapped up and down his semi-flacid shaft, cleaning off the few spots she’d left some nourishing protein on before.

He blinked. “Right now…?!” She nodded, then took him into her mouth without waiting for permission, and began a study of how best to reimpose a turgid state on a post-orgasmic penis. No amount of blowjobs would satisfy her, so it was important to begin developing the skills to improve a man’s recovery time. Besides, she just loved it.

By the time she left the next morning, she had given him five more blowjobs. (One of them he’d slept through, but she just couldn’t seem to get enough.) They never did have sex, but it was hard to justify taking him in her pussy when her mouth was so damn insatiable. And sex was great, healthy, made her happy, but she loved sucking Greg’s dick. She teased her own clit to orgasm as she fellated him, gradually getting the hang of timing their orgasms to coincide.

He was still passed out when she got up and downed her four daily pills, thanking them each as they passed down her gullet. She almost went to five, but reasoned that although the side effects were admittedly pleasant, they were objectively rather substantial and it wasn’t smart to risk more of them than she already was.

In fact, she reflected as she strutted back to the bus stop (ass jiggling, braless boobs bobbling), maybe she should lay off? After all, I just spent a whole night blowing a guy on their first date, and her body already looked like it had been photoshopped by a photographer desperate for a good yelp review. Maybe I’m making a mistake with these pills, and they’re changing me without my even realizing it? I’m obviously already turning into kind of a slut, and all these great suggestions people give me are sinking right into my subconscious. Is what I’m doing dangerous? Should I quit?

Can I quit?

With an apathetic shrug, she dismissed these silly worries and hopped on the bus, squeezing unnecessarily close to a halfway-decent-looking boy, smiling encouragingly as he tried to see her breasts down her loose neckline (successfully, she hoped; she should make boys want to try to see her naked). She put a hand on his thigh and smiled—it was important to initiate contact.

Meanwhile, Jana was grateful for the first night she’d had alone in their dorm room all semester. Alexis was a fanatical studier and would go into the dark hours of the morning if her sleep-deprived roommate didn’t eventually nag her into bed. She might have worried she didn’t check in if not for how obviously Alexis had wanted to get laid. This must be quite a guy—or the girl must be quite desperate for a good drilling. Either way, it was some glorious privacy.

She did still manage to lose a little sleep on account of her roommate though, trying to puzzle out just how she’d managed the physical transformation she had in such a short time. Jana had never felt threatened by her mousy roommate—they were competing in the same way a Mercedes was competition for a Schwinn. But last night… she had to admit, the girl had some definite appeal hidden behind the thick glasses. The transformation in her normally acne-riddled skin, her usually straight stringy hair, somehow even her barely-existent breasts… it was amazing.

It all coincided with those pills she mentioned; whatever bullshit the ninty-some-pound girl had made up about this supposed diet, there could be no other explanation. If Jana could get her hands on some…

Evidently though, she’d either hidden them diabolically well or taken them with her; Jana couldn’t find them anywhere. She was just about to give up when she thought to check the trash can, just in case. In it, there were no pills, but there was a suspicious card—it had a name, “Kendra,” and a phone number. A proper business card would have a title, business name and so on. Could this be Alexis’ source? If not, she could always just claim a wrong number. She dialed it, a little nervous.

“Kendra?” she asked when a woman’s voice answered.

“This is.”

“Hi, I… I wondered if maybe you were in touch with my roommate, Alexis?” The woman remained silent. “About some, um, medication she’s been taking?” Still nothing. Which was good; drug dealers probably wouldn’t admit it to strangers on the phone, after all. She pressed on; other than a guy in high school who’d sold her pot once, she’d never solicited drugs before. “I was wondering, you know, if maybe, you, um…”

“I’ll meet you in one hour.”